Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.